In the Flaming Marquis Estate, the panicked fleeing clansmen of the Yingshan Clan suddenly halted as they saw a white-robed youth teleport beside the Flaming Marquis in mid-air.
“Why did the fiends all flee?”
“It’s Lord Xueying! Lord Xueying just—swish, swish, swish—slaughtered four Chaos Realm fiends!”
“What, four Chaos Realm fiends? Aren’t those all qualified to be titled marquises?”
“Yes, wiped out in an instant. The rest were so terrified they fled.”
The soldiers around the Flaming Marquis and the Yingshan clansmen who witnessed the battle spread the news like wildfire.
Countless clansmen within the estate gazed at Dongbo Xueying with awe.
Too terrifying.
Even the Flaming Marquis leading five thousand elite Flaming Army soldiers had been completely suppressed, yet ‘Lord Xueying’ had effortlessly slain four Chaos Realm fiends and scared off the rest?
At this moment!
In the hearts of the countless Yingshan clansmen within the estate, Lord Xueying’s status soared, surpassing even that of the Flaming Marquis.
Too powerful, too monstrous!
“This is the peerless expert of our Yingshan Clan.” Countless Yingshan descendants felt immense pride, their hearts swelling with reverence as they gazed at the figure in the sky.
……
“Xueying, your strength is simply…” The Flaming Marquis stared at the white-robed youth before him, hardly able to believe it.
“Marquis, the battle isn’t over yet. Among them is the White Cloud Fiendlord,” Dongbo Xueying said. “To prevent them from targeting you and disrupting my focus, I’ll temporarily store you all in a pocket realm.”
“Understood.” The Flaming Marquis nodded.
He knew—in a clash between someone like Yingshan Xueying and the White Cloud Fiendlord, he would only be a liability.
“Whoosh.”
With a wave of his hand, Dongbo Xueying stored the Flaming Marquis and the five thousand elite Flaming Army soldiers into his pocket realm without resistance.
Then, he vanished into thin air.
……
“Deploy the ‘Great Black Fiend Battle Formation’!” At the Southcloud Sacred Hall, twelve Chaos Realm fiends had just finished slaying the avatar of the Chunyu Divine Emperor. Now, ‘Chen Wu’ led three other Chaos Realm fiends forward, all sensing the terror of the white-robed youth. Their first instinct was to form the ‘Great Black Fiend Battle Formation.’
The Black Fiend Battle Formation was incredibly complex, typically requiring four Chaos Realm experts to assemble.
But the ‘Great Black Fiend Battle Formation’ required four such formations combined—sixteen Chaos Realm fiends in total. Here, they had exactly sixteen.
“Among us, four are at the ninth level of the Chaos Realm, plus twelve others. With the Great Black Fiend Battle Formation, we might even surpass the Fiendlord!” The fiends brimmed with confidence.
“Fools.”
The White Cloud Fiendlord teleported into their midst.
“Fiendlord.” The sixteen Chaos Realm fiends bowed respectfully.
“Xuefu and the others were annihilated instantly. Can’t you see? Battle formations are a joke before Lord Xueying. His spearplay can directly target the weak links within the formation,” the White Cloud Fiendlord said coldly.
Shock rippled through the group.
What? Targeting the weak?
Techniques that bypassed formations to strike at the vulnerable were closely guarded secrets, and mastering them was no easy feat.
“You four stay. The rest, withdraw.” The White Cloud Fiendlord waved his hand, storing the other twelve Chaos Realm fiends into his pocket realm. None resisted—they were more than willing to hide under the Fiendlord’s protection.
After all, without the formation, those at the seventh or eighth level of the Chaos Realm would be mere lambs to the slaughter before Lord Xueying.
“You four, form a battle formation and stand by,” the Fiendlord commanded.
“As you command.” Chen Wu and the other three ninth-level Chaos Realm fiends immediately assembled their formation. Thunder and fire surged around them, eerie fluctuations rippled through the air, and dark clouds billowed—each of their techniques was no weaker than Xuefu’s. Combined, they were a formidable force, calmly observing from the sidelines.
“Leave Lord Xueying to me.” The White Cloud Fiendlord stood serenely before the Southcloud Sacred Hall.
……
Inside the Southcloud Sacred Hall, all mechanisms had been deactivated.
In the deepest chamber, Chunyu Weiyi and his group huddled in hiding.
“Yingshan Xueying?” Chunyu Weiyi, controlling part of the Flaming City’s formations, sensed the entire city and ‘saw’ Dongbo Xueying effortlessly slaying Xuefu and the other four Chaos Realm fiends.
“There’s hope. We might survive this,” Chunyu Weiyi murmured, eyes alight.
“Hall Master, word is spreading outside—Lord Xueying killed four Chaos Realm fiends, and the rest were so terrified they stopped attacking,” someone in the chamber reported.
Chunyu Weiyi nodded, tense. “We must wait.”
Given his status, he knew exactly how terrifying the white-robed, saintly figure outside was—a Fiendlord of the Black Fiend Abyss!
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At the Misty Cloud Pavilion.
“What? The fiends stopped attacking?”
“Brother Liehu, I heard it was your son, Lord Xueying, who emerged from seclusion and slew four Chaos Realm fiends, scaring the rest into retreat.”
At a pavilion window, Chunyu Feng and Yingshan Liehu peeked out cautiously, watching the distant sky where fiendish troops had halted their slaughter.
“My son?” Yingshan Liehu blinked in disbelief.
“Would I dare lie? My elder brother himself told me. Be careful—he ordered me to protect you at all costs,” the plump Chunyu Feng whispered nervously.
“Whoosh.”
A white-robed youth materialized in mid-air outside the window.
Yingshan Liehu gaped at the figure.
Chunyu Feng’s eyes bulged. “Lord Xueying!”
“Father, don’t resist.”
“Ah—of course!” Yingshan Liehu nodded hastily.
Dongbo Xueying stored his father in his pocket realm, then turned his gaze toward the distant figure of the white-robed, saintly man. The Fiendlord stood calmly, waiting.
“Whoosh.”
Dongbo Xueying teleported to face him.
……
Before the Southcloud Sacred Hall, Chen Wu and the other three ninth-level Chaos Realm fiends stood to the side, their auras imposing as they coldly watched the white-robed youth appear.
“How did this Yingshan Xueying become so strong? The Flaming Marquis’s luck is too good. Xuefu and I would’ve killed him soon,” Chen Wu thought darkly. “No matter. Once Xueying is dealt with, the Flaming Marquis will be easy prey.”
Meanwhile, Dongbo Xueying studied his opponent.
The four fiends were no pushovers—each was formidable, and their combined battle formation was terrifying. But the greatest threat was the White Cloud Fiendlord himself, a name that struck fear across the four nations of the Black Fiend Abyss. His reputation was built on mountains of corpses, capable of suppressing even newly ascended Cosmic Gods.
In his past life, even at his peak, Dongbo Xueying wouldn’t have stood a chance. But in this life, armed with the complete Crimson Cloud Spear and fifteen billion years of secluded training, he was unafraid.
“Lord Xueying,” the White Cloud Fiendlord spoke calmly.
“White Cloud Fiendlord.” Dongbo Xueying planted the butt of his spear on the ground with a resonant *clang* that echoed for miles.
The Fiendlord smiled. “I never expected the Southcloud Nation to produce a genius like you. Under normal circumstances, I’d invite you for a drink. At your level, life-and-death battles are rare. But today is the Blood Sacrifice—a matter of the Black Fiend Abyss’s dignity. I must kill you. Pity. Such talent, snuffed out so soon.”
“Such bold words, Fiendlord. Far bolder than your strength,” Dongbo Xueying retorted.
Across the Heartcontinent, hidden observers from various factions marveled at the young lord’s audacity.
The White Cloud Fiendlord chuckled, his saintly aura intensifying. “Given time to refine your skills, killing you would be difficult. But now? Even newly ascended Cosmic Gods are no match for me. Let alone you.”
“Save your mind games,” Dongbo Xueying said.
“Very well.”
The Fiendlord nodded slightly. “Many across the Heartcontinent are watching. Dying in such a battle does you no dishonor. Now—face me.”
As his voice faded—
**BOOM!**
Clouds of mist erupted across millions of miles, each wisp swirling with terrifying power. Buildings crumbled to dust in their wake. Though cultivators had fled, the sheer scale meant many weaker ones were obliterated before they could escape.
Even the outer structures of the Southcloud Sacred Hall were reduced to rubble, leaving only the core chamber glowing with defensive runes.
The mist surged toward Dongbo Xueying.
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